dual personalities

Category: inspiration

E-I-E-I-O

by chuckofish

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To have grandchildren is not only to be given something but to be given something back.

You are given back something of your children’s childhood all those years ago. You are given back something of what it was like to be a young parent. You are given back something of your own childhood even, as on creaking knees you get down on the floor to play tiddlywinks, or sing about Old MacDonald and his farm, or watch Saturday morning cartoons till you’re cross-eyed.

It is not only your own genes that are part of your grandchildren but the genes of all sorts of people they never knew but who, through them, will play some part in times and places they never dreamed of. And of course along with your genes, they will also carry their memories of you into those times and places too—the afternoon you lay in the hammock with them watching the breezes blow, the face you made when one of them stuck out a tongue dyed Popsicle blue at you, the time you got a splinter out for one of them with the tweezers of your Swiss army knife. On some distant day they will hold grandchildren of their own with the same hands you once held them by as you searched the beach at low tide for Spanish gold.

In the meantime, they are the freshest and fairest you have. After you’re gone, it is mainly because of them that the earth will not be as if you never walked on it.

-Frederick Buechner, Beyond Words

[Love this “Portrait of Mrs Salisbury with her Grandchildren Edward and Elizabeth Bagot” by John Michael Wright, 1675-76. She was Welsh–thus the hat.]

Sing a song of sixpence

by chuckofish

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How was your weekend? Mine flew by. I was busy, busy with a social event, estate sale-ing, church–the usual–culminating with the wee babes’ visit on Sunday night.

We played in the grass.

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The wee laddie polished his soccer skills, while little Lottie practiced walking…

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They have mad skills. We had tacos and everyone was happy. The wee laddie liked his new engineer OshKosh overalls. Loose and unbinding–don’t we all wish we could wear them?

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After they all went home, we had a thunderstorm. Life is good.

And, by the way, how about jockey Mike Smith, the oldest rider in the field at 52 years old, winning the Kentucky Derby this year on Justify. Impressive. Also, I was glad to hear him thank his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ first thing after the win.

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Let us go forth into the world,
rejoicing in the power of the Spirit.

“Ah, but I was so much older then; I’m younger than that now.”*

by chuckofish

Do you have one of those friends who is always sending you jokes and strange pictures of nature from the internet? Well, I do too. Here is something he sent me that Will Rogers

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allegedly said about growing older …

1.   Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it. 

2.  The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.

3.   Some people try to turn back their odometers.  Not me.  I want people to know ‘why’ I look this way.  I’ve traveled a long way, and some of the roads weren’t paved.

4.  When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to your youth, think of algebra …

5.   You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.

6.   I don’t know how I got over the hill without getting to the top. 

7.   One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it’s such a nice change from being young.

8.   One must wait until evening to see how splendid the day has been.

9.   Being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable and relaxed.

10. Long ago, when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft.  Today it’s called golf.

He makes some good points I think. Food for thought anyway.

This weekend I am going to go with “comfortable and relaxed.” I may go to an auction or I may stick to estate sales. I may clean the garage. Also, lest I forget, Pottery Barn is delivering a new sofa for our den on Saturday, so that will generate/necessitate some activity in that room. I do not buy “new” furniture very often, so comme c’est excitant!

Tonight is the preview party for the Print Fair at the Mercantile Library here in town.

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Old books, prints, wine, a silent auction–my kind of fun. On the other hand, the OM’s 45th high school reunion is this weekend, but I am begging off. I prefer to be comfortable and relaxed at home. Of course we’re never too chill to see the wee babes and their parents!

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And is there anything better than a picture of these two guys together?

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I think not. (Thanks to the @johnwayneofficial Instagram page.)

Have a good weekend!

*Bob Dylan, “My Back Pages”

Show me the way

by chuckofish

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All places are places of worship to a Christian. Wherever he is, he ought to be in a worshiping frame of mind.

–Charles Spurgeon

Wherever you find yourself today–at your desk or in your car or at home–here are a few prayers to help keep you focused.

First, a prayer to start the morning:

MY GOD, my Father and Preserver, who of thy goodness hast watched over me during the past night, and brought me to this day, grant also that I may spend it wholly in the worship and service of thy most holy deity. Let me not think, or say, or do a single thing which tends not to thy service and submission to thy will, that thus all my actions may aim at thy glory and the salvation of my brethren, while they are taught by my example to serve thee. And as thou art giving light to this world for the purposes of external life by the rays of the sun, so enlighten my mind by the effulgence of thy Spirit, that he may guide me in the way of thy righteousness. To whatever purpose I apply my mind, may the end which I ever propose to myself be thy honor and service. May I expect all happiness from thy grace and goodness only. Let me not attempt any thing whatever that is not pleasing to thee.

Grant also, that while I labor for the maintenance of this life, and care for the things which pertain to food and raiment, I may raise my mind above them to the blessed and heavenly life which thou hast promised to thy children. Be pleased also, in manifesting thyself to me as the protector of my soul as well as my body, to strengthen and fortify me against all the assaults of the devil, and deliver me from all the dangers which continually beset us in this life. But seeing it is a small thing to have begun, unless I also persevere, I therefore entreat of thee, O Lord, not only to be my guide and director for this day, but to keep me under thy protection to the very end of life, that thus my whole course may be performed under thy superintendence. As I ought to make progress, do thou add daily more and more to the gifts of thy grace until I wholly adhere to thy Son Jesus Christ, whom we justly regard as the true Sun, shining constantly in our minds. In order to my obtaining of thee these great and manifold blessings, forget, and out of thy infinite mercy, forgive my offences, as thou hast promised that thou wilt do to those who call upon thee in sincerity.

Grant that I may hear thy voice in the morning since I have hoped in thee. Show me the way in which I should walk, since I have lifted up my soul unto thee. Deliver me from my enemies, O Lord, I have fled unto thee. Teach me to do thy will, for thou art my God. Let thy good Spirit conduct me to the land of uprightness.

–John Calvin

And a reminder that today in the Episcopal Church we commemorate two of the Twelve Apostles–Philip and James.

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Almighty God, who didst give to thine apostles Philip and James grace and strength to bear witness to the truth: Grant that we, being mindful of their victory of faith, may glorify in life and death the Name of our Lord Jesus Christ; who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever.

[The painting of Niagra Falls is by Frederic Edwin Church, 1857, Corcoran Collection, National Gallery of Art]

“Abide in me as I abide in you.”*

by chuckofish

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I stood on chairs this weekend and put things away in closets (not preserves and without the help of a maid). I also assisted the OM in replacing the old hose which had connected the dryer to the dryer vent. That was quite a job and took quite a while, not to mention quite a bit of cursing (which worsened as the task lengthened) to accomplish. The result is certainly not perfect and there is still electrical tape involved, but it works and I caught up on laundry.

I did some reorganizing in my kitchen. Our friend Gary came over on Friday and took out our old non-functioning trash compactor and built in its place a shelf/cabinet in which to put our toaster oven, blender and other infrequently used appliances.

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A big improvement!

I went to an estate sale at the home of a man who had rowed crew at Yale back in the day. I bought a watercolor of the Yale Crew team,

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which I like a lot and which reminds me of my old friend Tom Mendenhall. (Hard to take a picture of it though.)

I also got a box together to send daughter #2 containing things she forgot to take back with her last weekend and a few other goodies.

I got out the ironing board and did some actual ironing…It is now linen season and all that entails. Ironing is not one of my favorite things, but it can be restful if you listen to some good music and don’t rush.

After church I took a walk around the neighborhood to enjoy the beautiful spring day.

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I gabbed on the phone with my daughters and the wee babes and their parents came over for a barbecue. It wasn’t the same as last weekend, but I am very grateful nonetheless.

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Send us now into the world in peace, and grant us strength and courage to love and serve you with gladness and singleness of heart, through Christ our Lord. Amen.

Have a good week!

*John 15: 4

Keep your eyes open

by chuckofish

First of all, a hearty happy birthday to one of our favorites, U.S. Grant–or Cousin Lyss as we like to call him. Born in 1822, he would be 196 today. I think his 200th birthday in 2022 calls for a big blow-out party. Let’s put that one on the calendar!

I have to say, I was struck once again, when my DP posted a picture of our dear brother a few days ago,

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how much he resembles our old cousin.

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I mean really. Personally I think the wee laddie is headed in that genetic direction as well.

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Time will tell…

And it’s Friday again. The weekend looms; the weather forecast is promising. Although it has been delayed several weeks, I think spring is finally here in flyover-land. The signs are everywhere!

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My weekend plans have not jelled yet, and that’s okay. After last weekend’s full schedule, I am ready for some down time. It is really just a matter of choosing the wine and the movie to match, right?

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And I love these guys:

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They get it.

And she was

by chuckofish

I heard this song recently and so I thought I would share it for a throwback Thursday post– a favorite song from a favorite album from back in the day.

I always liked the Talking Heads.

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I liked David Byrne and I liked their ladylike bass player Tina Weymouth. I am happy to report that she and Chris Franz–the drummer–who married in 1977, are still married all these years later. Chris Franz is the older brother of one of my students at St. Catherine’s in Richmond way back when, so I assume he was/is an Episcopalian and a fine young man. (His sister Ruthie was a nice girl.)

It made me happy when daughter #2 and DN chose a Talking Heads song for their “first dance” at their wedding reception. The song was:

When you were little
You dreamed you were big
You must have been something
A real tiny kid
You wish you were me
I wish I was you
Now don’t you wake up
The dream will come true
Every dream has a name
And names tell your story
This song is your dream
You’re the dream operator
It’s bigger than life
You know it’s all me
My face is a book
But it’s not what it seems
Three angels above
The whole human race
They dream us to life
They dream me a face
And every dream tells it all
And this dream is your story
You dreamed me a heart
You’re the dream operator
Shake-it-up dream
Hi-di-ho dream
Fix-it-up dream
Look at me dream
I’ve been waiting so long
Now I am your dream
Hard to forget
Hard to go on
When you fall asleep
You’re out on your own
Let go of your life
Grab on to my hand
Here in the clouds
Where we’ll understand
And you dreamed it all
And this is your story
Do you know who you are?
You’re the dream operator
And you dreamed it all
And this is your story
Do you know who you are?
You’re the dream operator
(David Byrne)

Perfect.

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And you dreamed it all and this is your story. Have a good day!

The secret sauce

by chuckofish

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“One of the reasons I made the most important decision of my life, to marry George Bush, is because he made me laugh,” she said.  “Find the joy in life, because as Ferris Bueller said on his day off, “Life moves pretty fast; and if you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you’re going to miss it.” (Barbara Bush, commencement address, Wellesley College, 1990)

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Goodbye, Bar. We’ll miss you.

Into paradise may the angels lead thee; and at thy coming may the martyrs receive thee, and bring thee into the holy city Jerusalem.

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As someone said to me, “It looks like God put on a suit and came to the funeral.”

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Episcopalians arriving at St. Martin’s.

*A eulogy was given by Barbara Bush’s longtime friend, Susan Baker, wife of former Secretary of State James A. Baker III, who said Mrs. Bush — the wife of the 41st president of the U.S. and mother of the 43rd — was “the secret sauce of this extraordinary family.”

[The photos are from Google search. I was there in spirit only and could not take pictures.]

“I’ve got nothing to do today but smile.”*

by chuckofish

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It must be my birthday, because there was a cake waiting for me at work! Actually, that was yesterday–I took today off so I could hang out with daughters #1 and #2.

Tonight we are going to the Sheldon to see these guys,

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who are stepping in to replace Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives, originally scheduled for this date, but who, due to “a scheduling conflict,” will no longer appear. Of course, I would rather see Marty et al, but I was given the tickets so I’m not going to complain. I’m sure Daily and Vincent will be entertaining as all get out. They look like fun, don’t they?

Tomorrow we are babysitting for the wee babes in the morning, so that their mommy can go with her sister to pick out a wedding dress. (The boy has to work.)

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The soundtrack of giggling with this video was hilarious…

They are all coming over to our house on Saturday night to celebrate with the birthday girls. The OM will cook.

Well, as Gratiano says in The Merchant of Venice:

“Let me play the fool.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
And let my liver rather heat with wine
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.”

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Have a great weekend!

*Paul Simon, “The Only Living Boy in New York”

A day of remembrance

by chuckofish

Lord…
We thank you for your church, founded upon your Word, that challenges us to do more than sing and pray,
but go out and work as though the very answer to our prayers depended on us and not upon you.
Help us to realize that humanity was created to shine like the stars and live on through all eternity.
Keep us, we pray, in perfect peace.
Help us to walk together,
pray together,
sing together,
and live together
until that day when all God’s children
– Black, White, Red, Brown and Yellow –
will rejoice in one common band of humanity
in the reign of our Lord and of our God, we pray. Amen.
The Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.

Today we remember the tragic event that happened 50 years ago, the assassination of the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. in Memphis, Tennessee. Bells will toll at places of worship, college campuses and institutions 39 times across the nation “to honor the number of years Dr. King dwelled on this earth and to pay homage to his legacy.” Oddly, I see no mention of this on our cathedral’s website–only a link to the National Civil Rights Museum in Memphis.

I do not have many memories of this event. I was in the sixth grade and not terribly clued in to current events. I remember that it was our father’s birthday and we were focused on that. He turned 46. A pall was thrown over the day, much as a pall was thrown over daughter #1’s birthday years later on September 11 in 2001. The world intrudes.

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My father had many shortcomings, but he was a gentleman of the old school. He treated everyone the same; he was kind and courteous, regardless of race, color or creed. I try to be like that as well. There is certainly not enough kindness or courtesy around these days.

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